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A funny,hollow feeling pulses in my mid-section. I click into it and see an itinerary. He’s not simply out of the office, but out of the country for three days.
Oh.
It’s so, so silly that my first reaction is,I’m going to miss him. I only met the man briefly, really. A whirlwind encounter that’s still hard to believe truly happened, even as I sit in the anteroom adjacent to his office. The CEO of the company, the man whose name is on this building, plucked me from the lobby and deposited me here. Right next to his inner sanctum.
But then he left, because he has more important things to do than be my personal supervisor in my new job.
It’s not like I’m not used to being alone. I’ve been alone for years now, relying only on myself.
This job is going to be more of the same. And that’s okay. Mr. Emerson has given me a chance, and I’m not going to ruin it with fanciful dreams of impossible things.
Chapter 4
Mack
Staying away isthe hardest thing I’ve ever done. From a distance, I make sure Isabelle gets moved into the temporary staff accommodation in the apartment building I own one block from the office.
I quickly memorize her schedule and quietly adjust my own so I’m able to monitor her via the security feed—as she leaves the apartment building, as she arrives in the office tower.
I watch her work, ignoring the hard ache of my untouched cock, and I count the minutes until our meeting on Friday.
Chapter 5
Isabelle
I getto work early on Friday, even though my meeting with Mr. Emerson isn’t until mid-morning.
I’ve done all the reading he assigned me. I’m now familiar with his business holdings, his projections for the next fiscal year, his potential acquisitions, and his research priorities.
And I’m wearing the kilt again.
I tried to put on the now-clean pencil skirt this morning. I also tried a nice pair of pants I bought with the advance on my first paycheck.
Neither of them felt right.
I skip into the office, expecting to have the space to myself as I have the last few days.
But I’m not alone. The door to Mr. Emerson’s office is open, and he’s at his desk—and a beautiful woman with glossy dark hair is standing beside him, leaning over his shoulder.
My breath catches painfully in my chest, and I skid to a stop.
His gaze lifts, locking onto mine, and time stops.
“Isabelle,” he says quietly.
I try to smile. Try, fail.
Somehow, I find my legs again and I woodenly put myself behind my own desk, which is thankfully out of sight of his.
I’m still on the login screen of my computer when they come out of his office and he’s saying goodbye to her.
I can barely hear them over the roar in my ears.
Login:ibright
Password:
“Isabelle?”
